ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇsᴛɪᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (cigam) wrote in valarlogs,
Zatanna studied Emma carefully, her gaze warm and not scrutinizing. Simply curious, that was all. And since Emma had asked... "Perhaps not everything but I can sense that your aura is white. And a bit silver and cream. Which of course means that you must have an affinity for white magic - but magic, it is a manifestation of the will of the caster. White magic doesn't automatically mean you'll use it only for good things, I would presume. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions," she smirked lightly, and magic comes with a price was also something that Zee knew quite well. She'd seen it, and experienced it. Magic was never free. Even if paying the price spread out over years and agonizing years, the debt would be collected somehow.
"The cream in your aura means that you haven't quite found yourself yet, or fully tapped into your abilities. Which is understandable - it can be quite the process." A murmured spoken word later, a ripple and a shimmer, and there in her hands appeared old, leather-bound journals tied together. She offered them to Emma. "These were one of my dream gifts, they're da Vinci's diaries. He's an ancestor, goes back a long way. But in them, he writes about channeling magic and the uses of magic. It helped me connect with my powers. Maybe it'll spurn something along for you too."